Everyone read the script except me [Transmigration Book]

Yan Wujiu found a shop in an inconspicuous location with pictures of peacocks and peonies hanging on it, and walked in.

Before he could show his ring, the owner recognized him and immediately went up to meet him.

After all, it's fine for small shops in remote areas. How could the big shopkeepers of Ji's family not know their young master Biao.What's more, some time ago it was Mr. Ji's 85th birthday, and they also went to celebrate his birthday.

"Master Yan, you are here. The master has already sent us a letter to inform us, but we haven't heard from you yet."

Yan Wujiu turned the ring on his finger and raised his eyebrows: "How is uncle?"

"It's not very good, except that Yucheng is our own territory, and it's hard to go anywhere. The shops under the banner of Ji's family are now being watched by people, and life is getting more difficult every day. There are only a few shops, and those few shops are outside. In the name of a young master, we will live in peace for the time being."

Yan Wujiu looked calm and nodded, "Is there enough running water in the store?"

"Don't worry about that. Everything that can be loosened at present has been remitted here. The master has ordered it, and the young master can do it."

Yan Wujiu smiled, and said calmly: "Uncle has seen many battles, so this is nothing. Let the people below do things with peace of mind, and they will be fine soon...Is it Lao Xia? Do it for me." something..."

During the three days at Liu Xun's place, Yan Wujiu didn't really do nothing. He said he would stay for three or two days, but he really stayed for three or two days, waiting for Liu Xun wholeheartedly.He never gave the initiative to others.

Yan Wujiu is interested in those actors who often go to places where dignitaries are located.These people know the dynamics of those celebrities in Luoyang best.

For example, tomorrow there will be a summer feast by the Luoshui River, which will last from noon to mid-month.

The sons of nobles in Luoyang will fish there, enjoy flowers, recite poems and light lanterns.This kind of occasion does not have a big restriction on the status of the participants. Not only noble men and women can participate, but also people with good looks, elegant speech and decent speech, as long as their status is not too bad, they can also try their luck.

The most important thing is that Cui Jin likes such occasions that don't stick to her status.

The riverside garden is huge, with exquisite gardens and tall and elegant buildings. No matter how many people are here, it will not be too crowded.It is also difficult to find someone.

Yan Wujiu didn't go anywhere, he just chose a balcony with the best view on the second floor in the tallest, most magnificent building.

Although it is a grand event in Luoyang, the people who come and go are not limited by their status, but everyone has a circle, no one introduces them, and it is generally a circle of acquaintances, each playing in his own way.

In some places, strangers are not even allowed near.

However, there are exceptions.Beautiful and talented men and women will always attract people's attention and break certain rules.

At the grand event every year, there will also be a few couples who break through the concept of family status.

In addition, there are some shocking madman anecdotes, which increase the conversation of Luoyang people.

For example, someone used golden beads as a slingshot to shoot down precious flowers in the garden.

This kind of behavior that spoils the scenery and humiliates the gentleness is simply indignant.

The flowers that can be put on display in the garden are not ordinary plants, but are specially cultivated by various nobles who spent huge sums of money, just to show their status and show off their wealth on such occasions.

Now, people are being so violent.Undoubtedly a blatant provocation.

There was a commotion, and everyone was looking for the culprit.It's a pity that the distance is too far, and the terrain here is circuitous, so I don't even know who did it for a while.

On the verandah on the second floor, there was a young man in a purple brocade suit, who kept throwing gold beads in the bag while changing directions.

The young man in peacock blue brocade was sitting on a chair inside the railing, with his long legs folded there, leaning back against the railing, covering his face with a fan in frustration.

"Stop! Don't hit me."

The boy stood there, looked back, there were still many steps away, and looked up again, the bird had disappeared.

"I missed you, you scared my bird away."

"That's your poor accuracy."

"You're good at aiming, let's take a shot."

"I shot it," the young man said slowly, "You flew out eighteen beads, and I also shot eighteen, better than you. Every one of them hit."

The boy was suspicious: "Why didn't I see anything fall?"

The person under the fan mocked with a cold voice: "I shot flowers."

The young man climbed on the railing and looked around, and found a group of people looking for something in the distance, pointing here as if very angry.

He understood: "You have caused trouble, it was picked up and given to those ladies, and the ten winning beauties will be placed on the river lantern at night. They will scold you later."

The person under the fan was bored and said weakly: "No. They don't know me, and they have your eighteen beads, so they will think you made it."

The boy was stunned: "You, why are you so bad!"

"Ah. I've been so bad since I was a kid."

The boy stayed there and asked for a while, "Then why don't you run away, and when they find you, I'll say you did it."

When the man heard this, he just smiled softly, as if he had said something stupid.

The teenager didn't know why, but his face turned red.He didn't run, just stood there motionless.

The news that the flowers in the yard were knocked down spread downstairs, and the aristocrats who came and went to socialize heard it, but they didn't pay much attention to it, instead they laughed.

"In my opinion, this kind of thing can only be done by those nouveau riche."

"Why don't I remember that there are people like this in Luoyang? Don't those people live well in Chang'an?"

"Why, isn't Cui Jin from the Cui family?"

"You said that, but I didn't mention anything."

Ding ding ding ding dong.

At this moment, a golden bead landed on their silver plate, and everyone was silent for a while, frowning and looking upstairs together.

On the balcony on the second floor.

The young man looked at the inner downstairs in surprise, and then looked at the young man who was still covering his face with the fan.

"Did you shoot? Why did you shoot them?"

"Didn't you hear them say I'm an upstart?"

"Ah, so you are Cui Jin. You see, you are so bad, people don't even need any evidence to know that you did it. Chick." The boy laughed.

Yan Wujiu put it up slowly, the fan still covered his face, only showing a pair of bored eyes.

There has been a shout from downstairs, and it seems that someone is going to come up.

Yan Wujiu stood up, turned his head to look at him with a half-smile, and blinked slowly: "It's not me, it's you."

The young man's smiling face froze, and he felt bad: "You mean, you want to tell them that I am Cui Jin? I shot it?"

Yan Wujiu nodded reservedly.

The boy's fat face was puffed up, his round eyes widened, and he stared at him angrily: "You are really bad."

The eyes exposed by the fan, the corners of the eyes are slightly raised, the eyebrows are very beautiful, slightly curved, looking innocent and mysterious.

Just like reeds enveloping Luoshui, the moonlight, sunlight, and floating light are intertwined and reflected.

The young man was clearly annoyed, and looked at him without blinking, but he didn't hate him at all.I also feel that being framed doesn't seem to be a big deal.

He stood here and didn't go away, waiting for those people to ask, and he responded proudly.

Yan Wujiu took a step back clinging to the fan, leaned on the railing inside the second floor, looked downstairs, the fan still half covered his face, his eyebrows drooped, condescending, and frivolously said: "Upstarts, you mean me?"

The people downstairs who were about to go upstairs immediately stood in place, and everyone downstairs either stood or sat, looking up at the proud and dissolute nobleman upstairs, as if seeing a peacock with its tail spread.

Silent.

Someone was surprised: "You are, Cui Jin?"

Yan Wujiu's eyebrows were slightly raised, his eyebrows were sharp and gorgeous, and he looked at them indifferently: "I'm not Cui Jin, are you?"

The person downstairs was naturally not Cui Jin, so he assumed his identity as a mockery on purpose.

The young man beside him was stunned: "Aren't you blaming me?"

Yan Wujiu chuckled, still looking downstairs: "Just kidding, I don't bully children."

The young man blushed, not knowing whether it was anger or something: "You are the kid! I am so big! I..."

He didn't dare to say his age, and looked at this man angrily.

The people downstairs thought he was Cui Jin, but they didn't expect Cui Jin to be such a person, so they didn't know what to say for a while.

After all, speaking ill of someone face to face gets caught.

Someone reacted quicker and said with a smile: "Mr. Cui is so elegant, why do you want to destroy flowers? If you are in a bad mood, just come down and have a drink."

Yan Wujiu unfolded his fan and shook it lightly, with a bright and dark smile, following the fan looming, his brows were gorgeous and sharp, a little arrogant, then he was domineering and condescending.

"Who told you that I am Mr. Cui?"

The people below were speechless for a moment, naturally angry in their hearts, but seeing his demeanor that no one paid attention to, his demeanor was absolutely extraordinary, and they couldn't understand his identity for a while, so they were a little hesitant.

Can't help regretting, knowing that today's occasion is full of everyone, why bother to speak ill of the Cui family in public.

But the children of the aristocratic family have never lacked insanity, and they don't eat that kind of thing.

Someone jumped up, half drunk and half smiling: "You are not Cui Jin, so who are you? Why stand up for that Cui Jin?"

"I'll stand up for him?" Yan Wujiu swayed his fan slightly, tilted his head slightly, with a faint smile on his face, mockingly said, "Alcohol is a good thing, you can pretend that you have drunk too much if you are stupid, it's probably fine Don't discover the truth."

Jin Zhu belonged to Yan Wujiu, and the upstart who destroyed flowers with his hands was the owner of Jin Zhu, but Cui Jin was the only one who didn't need it.

No matter who this is, if they say a few more words, they will really offend the Cui family.

Someone reacted after thinking for a while, and immediately pulled the drunk man out.

The turmoil inside the building soon spread outside the building. Sometimes it was about the Cui family, and sometimes it was about the people who ruined flowers with their hands. There was a commotion.

"No matter who it is, if a good flower is destroyed like this, wouldn't the master feel sorry for it?" Someone sighed.

Yan Wujiu folded his folding fan, his non-smiling face was already sharp, but as the sun set and the light dimmed, it became more and more gloomy.

He leaned on the railing with his elbows, his eyes were empty, and his noble eyes were bored, seemingly bored or impatient: "Master doesn't feel bad. If you feel bad, you can go to bury flowers."

"For the generosity of others, how do you know what the master thinks..."

On the balcony opposite to Yan Wujiu, a curtain suddenly fell down.

Everyone looked up and saw someone falling down to the second floor with a rope made of curtains. It was a young man in a sky-blue scholar's uniform and a snow-blue plum blossom brocade sash.

There are only two floors in this building, and the top is the roof.Undoubtedly, this person came down from the top of the building.

The young man was handsome and elegant, and his eyes were especially lively.

Seeing everyone staring at him dumbfounded, he didn't panic, smiled and said: "The master said that he bought flowers and put them here just to make this man cum when he's bored."

"How do you know? Who are you?"

The young man also imitated Yan Wujiu, leaning against the railing, two dimples appeared on his smile: "Didn't you just say that? The upstart Cui Jin."

"Cui Jin? Why is Cui Jin..."

The young man seemed to think it was fun, with his elbows resting on the railing, his hands propped his face: "The upstart Cui Jin said that he bought the flowers in the garden, and they are not allowed to pick them. They can only be shot with golden beads."

Yan Wujiu tilted his head slightly to look at him: "Master won't sell, what should I do?"

The young man bent his eyes, revealing a little bit of small canine teeth: "The upstart Cui Jin said that he paid ten times the price."

Yan Wujiu blinked, and smiled frivolously and arrogantly: "What a coincidence, the master is also a nouveau riche, not short of money. He just wants to shoot for himself, not sell it."

"Ah." The boy was a little disappointed, wrinkling his nose.

Yan Wujiu took out the golden bead and tossed it: "Are you sure about your head?"

The young man tilted his head, nodded and nodded again: "It's really amazing."

Yan Wujiu threw the golden bead over, the young man caught it and looked at him with bright eyes.

"The owner of the upstart said that he doesn't sell, but he can shoot with you."

There was a lot of happiness in the boy's eyes: "Wow, the upstart Cui Jin said that it doesn't matter whether you win or lose, but he likes to play with you."

The boy ran over, circled half of the balcony, ran to Yan Wujiu's side, looked at his face curiously, and stretched out his hand to him.

Yan Wujiu was puzzled, but still stretched out his hand.

The boy took his hand and ran out of the terrace: "It's not good here, these people like to speak ill of others, it's so noisy. Come with me, the view from the roof is the best."

The young man in purple brocade who was standing by the side dazedly, looking at Yan Wujiu all the time, watched the real Cui Jin descend from the sky, and dragged Yan Wujiu away from him.

Neither of the two looked at him.He tried to call them back, to ask if he could join, but nothing came out.

Looking at the gold beads in his pocket, he suddenly felt stuffy.

That bad guy, shouldn't it be, play with him?He also has gold beads, but Cui Jin doesn't.

The author has something to say: the level of dandies and dandies are different, touch the dandies youngsters, don't play with bad guys.